Siwang, being clueless, thought Shuangshuang was questioning him:
"And Mom is so kind. She has never scolded or hit us. Even if we eat a few, I don't think she will reprimand us. At worst, we can just admit our mistake, water the sweet potatoes, and grind them."
Both of their mouths twitched.
Siwang is too young to remember things, but she vividly recalls how angry her mother was when they found out they had climbed over the wall at night in Shuixi Village.
Moreover...
Shuangshuang silently looked out the window. She had already heard two footsteps and knew that her mother and elder brother had returned, which was why she politely declined.
Unfortunately, Siwang didn't notice her eyes twitching as she blinked rapidly.
For a moment, Shuangshuang and Sanyuan both fell silent.
Siwang then realized something was wrong; his second sister's voice couldn't possibly be this gentle!
Then I turned my head and looked again...
"Mother, elder brother." Siwang didn't even have time to wipe the persimmon juice from his mouth before quickly putting the persimmons and corn behind his back and giving Ye Wenxue and Dazhuang a fawning smile.
Ye Wenxue leaned against the door, a half-smile on her face.
Dazhuang couldn't bear to look at Siwang's foolish appearance any longer, so he found a damp cloth and wiped his face, scolding him fiercely: "All you do is eat!"
Siwang was listless and lacked any energy: "Mother, I was wrong."
Ye Wenxue raised her chin at him: "Go wash your face and hands. Aren't you afraid of getting the blankets dirty by eating in bed?"
"I was very careful when I ate," Siwang said, burying his head in grievance.
Helpless, Ye Wenxue personally led Siwang to the kitchen and told him to wash his hands and face after eating the persimmons and corn.
Afraid of upsetting Ye Wenxue, Shuangshuang whispered from the kitchen doorway, "Mom, we've finished all the chores you asked us to do. Look, the dishes are washed, the soybeans are soaked, and the dried mountain produce, shrimp, and dried fish that were drying have all been put away in the cave."
Ye Wenxue looked at the soaked soybeans, and the little anger in her chest immediately dissipated. She glared at Siwang: "Eating so much so late at night, let's see if you can sleep."
Siwang chuckled and leaned in to kiss Ye Wenxue on the cheek: "Mom is the best!"
That's what she said, but Ye Wenxue didn't know how much Siwangzai had eaten before she came back. Fearing that he would feel too full at night, she made hawthorn jam and gave it to all the children to drink.
The moment the hawthorn juice entered his mouth, Siwang's eyes lit up.
How come he didn't know hawthorn jam could be eaten like this!
After everything was done, Ye Wenxue lay on the bed and had Shuangshuang lift Yuanyuan's arms to massage her back.
Yuanyuan is small and doesn't have much strength in her feet. Stepping on her is light and doesn't feel heavy, so it's like she's digesting her food.
Next door, Siwang ran back with a pillow in his arms and offered his help to Dazhuang: "Big brother, let me massage your back. I saw that Mom felt really comfortable being massaged by Yuanyuan."
Siwang moved his feet.
Dazhuang, fearing his lack of tact, politely declined, saying, "No need, no need, please."
"Third Brother..."
Sanyuan closed his eyes and lay down, pretending not to hear anything.
The next day was another sunny day. Ye Wenxue took out two pounds of soybeans that had been soaking overnight and decided to try sprouting some.
Fearing that the soybean variety might result in poor sprouting, she even used spring water to soak the soybeans, instead of diluted spring water.
Place the bean sprouts in a breathable round winnowing basket, line the basket with a layer of gauze, and then add the soaked bean sprouts...
Ye Wenxue patiently sprouted the bean sprouts, placed them in a cool place, and watered them regularly every day. After a few days, they were ready.
Fearing that her first attempt at sprouting beans would be unsuccessful, Ye Wenxue only used a portion of the bean sprouts she had collected at home, planning to sprout beans in large quantities once she succeeded.
We can give it to the kids to satisfy their cravings, and the bandits can also take it down the mountain to sell.
Winter vegetables and fruits are quite valuable.
She might not be good at growing vegetables in a greenhouse, but sprouting bean sprouts shouldn't be a problem... wait!
Ye Wenxue slapped her forehead, momentarily ignoring the children sitting in a row beside her, and ran to the cellar to test her wood-type superpower.
After several attempts, she discovered that her wood-type ability was too weak, and she could only germinate the plants one by one, unable to harvest them immediately after planting. However, with the upgraded spiritual spring water, she could harvest a batch of vegetables every half month if she put in all her effort.
Ignoring temperature and season.
Ye Wenxue was overjoyed. Before she could even take Dazhuang to the bamboo house to weave baskets, she called on the children to plant sweet potatoes and corn together.
The chili peppers were planted long ago, and they sprouted quickly. At a glance, the two vegetable plots were lush and vibrant with life.
Fortunately, the cabbage and radish seeds were gone, which freed up a small plot of land. In addition, Dazhuang occasionally cleared the land, and sweet potatoes and corn were planted.
Ye Wenxue didn't care about anything else. After watering all the trees with the spiritual spring water, she saw that it was still early, so she took out all the saplings from her space and planted them with the children at intervals, determined to plant them all over the valley.
After the wildfire, many holes were left when Siwang was digging for yams and taro. Those that could be planted directly were left untouched, while those without holes were dug and planted separately.
Dazhuang, Sanyuan, and Siwang dug and filled the holes, while Ye Wenxue and Shuangshuang planted and watered the saplings. The day passed quickly.
"Mother, I want to go and see the bamboo house." Dazhuang didn't understand what Ye Wenxue wanted to do with the soybeans, but he listened to her and poured water from the ladle into them every now and then.
"Okay. Wait a moment, Mother will tell Siwang to feed the little wild boar."
Compared to the excitement of opening the charcoal kiln, the bamboo house was much quieter, even a bit dull.
Ye Wenxue pushed open the door with Dazhuang and immediately saw Xu Lin, who looked worried, and the bald man.
"Sigh." The bald man sighed heavily.
Ye Wenxue told Dazhuang to go play by himself, then lazily sat down under a tree: "What's wrong? Didn't sell any charcoal?"
"Hmm... everyone thinks it's too expensive." The bald man wished he could go back to the day the kiln was opened and slap himself for setting the price at twelve coins.
Ye Wenxue raised an eyebrow: "Isn't this normal?"
She tilted her head back and squinted at the blazing sun: "Wait a few more days, and it will get cooler soon. Then it won't be that we can't sell them, but that everyone will be scrambling to buy them."
Xu Lin had medicine applied to his eyes and lightly bound them with a red cloth strip: "Not bad, there's no need to be so easily discouraged. To achieve great things, you will inevitably encounter some setbacks. Just treat them with a calm mind."
To be honest, charcoal burning is almost an extremely profitable business.
Firewood was plentiful all over the mountains, and the wood used for burning was either fully burned or half-burned by the wildfire. It cost no money, only more manpower was required.
We're all family, so there's no need to pay wages.
The bald guy didn't have their good attitude; he was so worried his hair was practically shiny: "When will we ever get to that point?!"
Neither Ye Wenxue nor Xu Lin said a word.
Beside the charcoal kiln, Dazhuang also heard Zhiwen and the other three talk about the unsold charcoal.
Like most people, including the bald man, they couldn't tell the quality of the charcoal with their naked eyes, and the price was too high for them to buy a pound to try. As a result, most of the other charcoal burners made a sale, but his family didn't sell a single pound.
Da Zhuang's eyes darted around slightly. He took a charred twig and wrote a few words on the ground, teaching the others to recognize them. Then, he whispered a few ideas.
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